The Aristocats .......... Maurice Chevalier

Scales And Arpeggios .......... Liz English, Gary Dubin, Dean Clark

Thomas O'Malley Cat .......... Phil Harris

Ev'rybody Wants To Be A Cat .......... Phil Harris, Scatman Crothers, Thurl Ravenscroft

She Never Felt Alone .......... Robie Lester

Ev'rybody Wants To Be A Cat .......... Brian Setzer

Words and Music by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman

Which pet's address
Is the finest in Paris?
Which pet possess
The longest pedigree?
Which pets get to sleep
On velvet mats?
Naturalment! The aristocats!

Which pets are blessed
With the fairest forms and faces?
Which pets know best
All the gentle social graces?
Which pets live
On cream and loving pats?
Naturalment! The aristocats!

They show aristocratic bearing
When they're seen
Upon an airing
And aristocratic flair
In what they do
And what they say!

Aristocats are never found
In alleyways or hanging around
The garbage cans where
Common kitties play, oh no

Which pets are known
To never show their claws?
Which pets are prone
To hardly any flaws?
To which pets do the others
Tip their hats?
Naturalment! The aristocats!

They show aristocratic bearing
When they're seen
Upon an airing
And aristocratic flair
In what they do
And what they say!

Aristocats are never found
In alleyways or hanging around
The garbage cans where
Common kitties play, oh no

Naturalment! Naturalment!
Oh, naturalment!
The aristocats!

Words and Music by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman

Do mi so do do so mi do
Ev'ry truly cultured music student knows
You must learn your scales
And your arpeggios
Bring the music ringing
From your chest
And not your nose
While you sing your scales
And your arpeggios

If you're faithful
To your daily practicing
You will find your progress
Is encouraging

Do mi so mi do mi so mi fa la
So it goes
While you sing your scales
And your arpeggios
Do mi so do

Do mi so do do so mi do
Do mi so do do so mi do
Though at first it seems
As though it doesn't show
Like a tree, ability will
Bloom and grow
If you're smart
You'll learn by heart
What ev'ry artist knows:
While you sing your scales
And your arpeggios

Words and Music by Terry Gilkyson

I like a cheech-a-cheech-chee-roni
Like they make at home
Or a healthy fish with the big backbone
I'm Abraham deLacy
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley, the alley cat!

I've got that wanderlust
Gotta walk the scene
Gotta kick up highway dust
Feel the grass that's green
Gotta strut them city streets
Showin' off my eclat, yeah
Tellin' my friends of the social elite
Or some cute cat I happen to meet
I'm Abraham deLacy
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley, the alley cat!

I'm king of the highway
Prince of the boulevard
Duke of avant garde
The world is my backyard
So if you're goin' my way
That's the road you wanna seek
Calcutta to Rome or
Home-sweet-home in Paris
Magnifique, you all

I only got myself
And this big old world
When I sip that cup of life
With my fingers curled
I don't worry what road to take
I don't have to think of that
Whatever I take is the road I make
It's the road of life make no mistake, for me
Yeah, Abraham deLacy
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley, the alley cat!

That's right
And I'm very proud of that
Yeah!

Music and lyrics by Floyd Huddleston and Al Rinker

Everybody wants to be a cat,
Because a cat's the only cat
Who knows where it's at.
Everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat,
'Cause everything else is obsolete.

Now a square with a horn,
Can make you wish you weren't born,
Ever'time he plays;
And with a square in the act,
He can set music back
To the caveman days.

I've heard some corny birds who tried to sing,
But a cat's the only cat
Who knows how to swing.

Who wants to dig
Along-haired gig
Or stuff like that?
When everybody wants to be a cat.

A square with that horn,
Makes you wish you weren't born,
Ever'time he plays;
And with a square in the act,
He's gonna set this music back
To the Stone Age days.

Everybody wants to be a cat,
Because a cat's the only cat
Who knows where it's at;
While playin' jazz you always has a welcome mat,
'Cause everybody digs a swingin' cat.
Everybody digs a swingin' cat.

Words and Music by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman

Through all our days
In tender ways
Her love for us was shown
And so, you see
We can't leave her alone

She's always say
That we're the greatest
Treasure she could own
Because with us
She never felt alone

Her troubles would disappear
Long as she could have us near
Darling, can't you see
We're her only family!

Her days were filled
With happy hours
Although her youth had flown
And that is why
She never felt alone